High up in the sky above Meng Fortress, on top of the dark clouds, Yan Dan and many other men were seen hovering and looking down at the scene.
Yan Qijun was staring at Wu Qi, who now had Princess Zhang Le tightly hugged in the arms. His face turned very unsightly. Despite who that person was, when a father saw his daughter so easily coaxed by a young lad who had a glib tongue, he could never manage to keep a good temper. Especially when at present, the news about Wu Qi raping the beloved consort of Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Western Chu, was spreading like wildfire in Great Yan's territory, how could Yan Qijun allow his most precious daughter to be on intimate terms with someone like this?
He clenched his right fist tightly. Suddenly, he raised the fist up and unleashed a sheet of pale-golden thunderbolts, about to thrust them down.
